As if coming, after a long hike,
to the banks of a strong river,
as if taking off my shoes,
as if feeling the rapid daunting coolness,
and considering immersion

So I come
to the certainty of knowing
that all my temporality
must be turned in, given up,
exchanged for the existence
that precedes and follows time,
a state of being
too large and bright to be confined
in narrow, time dimensioned channels

I start to see the things I must give up  –
some dear, some foolish  –
and I feel,
if not now, soon,
I will be ready.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2021